Mundane

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Mundane

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I felt mundane my hands lacking the silkiness

of clouds deserved by your body,

earth crusted nails selfishly adorning the stroke

of fingers across your chest, it was a sin

to engulf your flesh so pure and soft

with time rugged lips that spoke

of love, like language was a way

to capture your lust forever mine,

to make those nerves along your spine

with inebriated spasms to remember

how once my hands and lips

engraved a moment on your skin-

H.O


“I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty.”

― Pablo Neruda

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Cásate Conmigo

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Cásate Conmigo

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“Cásate conmigo” I whispered on your ear

It’s been so long my dear

since words I never said but meant

to hand you all the stars and take you away.

It’s been too long and only in dreams

you suddenly appear as beautiful as ever

so real the taste of that last kiss

still remains forever-

If I could just return and find your arms

flourished with promises left

abandoned words that never grew

when lives then drifted apart

and only turned into a dream

that haunts me at night,

I would then say the words I knew

were stuck inside my heart-

H.O


“In my heart, I knew that only the lucky found that sort of happiness. And I had always run short on luck.” ― S.H. Kolee, Fated

Looking (We go on)

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Looking (We go on)

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And I go on looking

for the one to touch places never touched before,

a hundred years of loneliness for one day in her arms

(a day in the realm of time another hundred years)

And you go on looking

for the one that holds the other missing part

and will chart all his dreams on a map of your heart

(only part of your dreams as you carry his half)

And we go on looking

never finding roads leading straight to each other

as we share the same sky and walk the same earth

(only twice, once for you and once for me)

our dreams run aground, our rivers run dry

our search for each other, no hello, no goodbye

parallel akin paths never meet one another-

H.O


“I felt you before I knew of your existence, maybe it was a hint from the universe to continue on the yellow brick road, so when I would find you along my travels I would simply just know.”

― Nikki Rowe

Nested in Your Skin

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Nested in Your Skin

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Sometimes I wish I was again nested in your skin

and expressions could flow inside rivers of lust

caressing deeply buried fantasies lying dormant-

Other times I wish among my wants I could entrust

my heart in your loving hands, but to do so requires

to disregard an idea of me and a sense of you

letting go of imposed restrains and simply be-

Sometimes I wish we could be again defined as two

instead of one alone without another, to see

the want behind your eyes, the deep emotions

that rocked my nights knowing inside my heart

a life with you was not an end but a new start,

oh how I wish I was again nested in your skin-

H.O

“I am inhabited by a cry.

Nightly it flaps out

Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.”

― Sylvia Plath

Moments

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Moments

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We lived by moments hiding

in between smiles and looks,

your face pale like the moon

your smile brightest at noon

when we buried secrets in the sand.

We loved without haste riding

pleasure late at night when my hand

and lips soothed sunburned skin

under cool sheets,

tasting leftover saltiness

from a bed of grass by the farthest shore

where the waves meet the land.

And by moments we parted

with goodbyes each one less than before

forgetting how love taste

on sunburned skin

on a bed of sand by the farthest shore

 where we buried our moments in the sand-

H.O

Home

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Home

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Have you ever seen across the distance and far away

a place you feel could be your home?

Your eyes today became that place

but far they seemed like strangers land,

your eyes, your lips, your tender hand

to build a shelter for my soul-

And I contend to see you across and far away

your skies so clear your oceans sway

and call me softly to swim across,

to plant your earth until I’m old

and build my home

between your arms to safely stay-

H.O

“Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition.”

― James Baldwin

Guava

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Guava

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I was just a child playing with your fire-

Never knew that lips could have tasted like guava

in a summer night sitting by the water

looking at the stars,

and it didn’t matter

if my tongue naïve knew not how to explore

further in your mouth with a taste of guava

which I simply adored,

I was just a child kissing tender lips

in a summer night sitting by the water.

H.O